Speak of no freedomAre we all caged?To roam within it's confinesAnd not see the light of days.

What light that streams inCreates an illusion,That gets us all muddled and deluded.Our wings ain't clipped,But what's the price?Of freedom in the skyHidden within light.

We clamour for itWithout ever reaching it.Do we care? No!Never have, never will.Hah, what a joke!Once we're fedTher's nothing left to do,Except to perch on a branch and sing.Oh, what a happy song Or so it seems.

Quite well done.Oh the eternal desire of man to fly like the birds! What fascination is this even though they just eat and then sing happy songs..Would you give up being self-conscious for being carefree?